Wishing in Rome (Once Again Book 2)

Cover of Wishing in Rome - where wishes come true - by New York Times Bestselling Author Jennifer Skully

It’s never too late for wishes to come true…

Dana and Carol, best friends their whole lives, planned the trip of a lifetime to Rome. They’d plotted every detail, from touring the Colosseum to throwing coins in the Trevi Fountain and making wishes. When Carol dies suddenly, Dana is bereft—even more than when her husband left her for another woman. Then a bequest from Carol arrives, telling her to take the trip to Rome they’d planned together. Dana sets out on the journey, determined to rediscover the woman she used to be and find the woman she wants to become. Carol’s final instruction is to make a wish in the Trevi Fountain. But how do you make an impossible wish for the only thing you truly want— to have your best friend back with you?

Marshall Garrison is all business, and so is this trip to Rome. But a chance meeting with Dana Shaw in the Colosseum changes everything. He doesn’t believe in forever-after love, but still, there’s something exceptional about this brave divorcée, gallantly traveling alone. He sets out to be her guide and her friend, but when he discovers her poignant story, he wants more— to help her believe in wishing for the impossible. And in the process, he might even remember that business is only a substitute for the things he used to wish for…

A later in life holiday romance that will take you away from it all…

All books in the Once Again series are stand-alone stories. No cliffhangers!

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What Readers Are Saying:


Even though it was a bit predictable, this book was quite enjoyable. To those who have been to Rome, it brought back beautiful memories. The characters were real and well… Read more “Enjoyable!”

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Romance at its best

This book was a great and delicious escape story.I felt like I was in Italy, and that Dana was me!I totally related to her emotions and feelings, and was rooting for her all the… Read more “Romance at its best”

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Really Good!

This is the best romance I’ve read in years! The main characters are both mature adults, acting like mature adults, who are beset with the same angst that most adults struggle with. And I really enjoyed the backdrop of… Read more “Really Good!”

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Great Story-Romance doesn’t end at 50

I liked reading about Dana, her thoughts and fears, and how she evolved. I loved reading about Rome, remembering places I’ve been. And I loved reading Marshal’s thoughts, and how the relationship between Dana and Marshal changed from friendship to… Read more “Great Story-Romance doesn’t end at 50”

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Hope and a Holiday

I don’t usually do second chance romance. They always seem contrived, but this one was chalked full of honesty and hope. I enjoyed it… Read more “Hope and a Holiday”

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Reimagining your life

Dana and Carol are out on their walk and suddenly Carol gets a tremendous headache, she can’t move from the pain, they get her to the hospital on time and after a few days she’s better but then she relapses and dies. Her last wish and direction to Dana is to go to Rome, make… Read more “Reimagining your life”

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heartwarming and romantic

Real people with real emotions, liked being able to see the male and female thoughts as the relationship evolves. Also love a happier… Read more “heartwarming and romantic”

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very real & good

It was great reading a romance that was true to life about people, middle aged, rather than just young things, and what they’ve got going on in their life. It made me laugh. It made me cry. It was a very enjoyable… Read more “very real & good”

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great read

Predictable ending but still enjoyed it. It was nice seeing an older couple meeting and falling in love. It can… Read more “great read”

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finding out who you really are…

WISHING IN ROME is a standalone read with a happy ending. There are a few sexy scenes if that is an issue for you. The main part of the story is set in Rome. If you have ever been, you get to revisit all the tourist spots as well as new places. Lots to learn… Read more “finding out who you really are…”

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Wishing in Rome
© 2021 Jennifer Skully

“What you need is an affair.” Carol’s pace slowed only slightly as they started up the last hill.

“I am not going to be like my husband. Ex-husband,” Dana emphasized, “and have an affair. Besides you have to be married to have an affair.”

Best friends, they were as different as vegan versus carnivore, not that either of them was vegan. Dana was taller while Carol was petite. Dana wore her red hair past her shoulders while Carol changed styles and colors like hair was a fashion accessory. This week she was a striking brunette. Next to her, Dana felt frumpy since she hadn’t dyed the gray out of her hair in at least three months.

They walked in the park three days a week, a five-mile round trip along the fire road to the ridge. At the top, you could see the Pacific Ocean. Carol also worked out at the gym two days and was in better shape. Dana was winded, mostly because Carol managed to ask enough questions that Dana did all the talking on the way up the hill.

Carol tsked. She wasn’t even out of breath. “You don’t have to be married. An affair just means casual and of short duration. Preferably it’s with someone you don’t know so you never have to see him again once it’s over.”

“How on earth am I going to find a man? I’m not in the PTA anymore. And all my clients are female.” When her two daughters were in middle school, Dana opened a bookkeeping service she ran out of the house. She hadn’t started it thinking she’d need the income if Anthony ever left her; she’d just needed to fill up the time between carpooling and soccer and swim meets.

“Operative phrase here is someone you don’t know and don’t have to see again,” Carol said in a singsong voice.

“So I should troll bars?”

Her best friend always had an answer. That’s what Dana loved about her. “What you need is a vacation. Preferably in a foreign country. You always wanted to go to Rome.” Carol poked Dana on the shoulder. “That’s it, you need a trip to Rome to find a gorgeous, sexy, virile Italian. Somebody younger than you so he’s got a lot of stamina.” She imitated a manly growl and punched the air. “You’ll stay at the best hotels, eat the most delectable food, and have an affair with a scrumptious Italian.” She held up her hands as if she were a genie who’d just granted Dana three wishes.

Dana looked around to make sure a jogger wasn’t sneaking up behind them, overhearing anything about scrumptious, sexy, virile Italians. But it was only eight o’clock in the morning, and in February, a little too cool and a little too early for most walkers. After climbing the hills, though, Dana had her jacket wrapped around her waist and her gloves in her pocket.

“I know you set me up comfortably in the divorce.” Which had been finalized six months ago. Carol had been Dana’s divorce attorney, and she was the best in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Dana should have known Anthony was cheating since he hadn’t made love to her in nine months, but she’d told herself that was only natural after almost three decades of marriage.

“But I can’t just fly off to Rome and stay in the lap of luxury.”

“Of course you can.” Carol flapped a hand at her. “You’re just afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.” Dana let her eyes go wide with amazement. “I have the most scathingly brilliant idea.” Just like Hayley Mills in The Trouble with Angels, one of her and Carol’s favorite movies when they were kids. They’d imagined themselves as those mischievous girls. “You have to come with me”

Carol scrunched up her face. “No way. If I go with you, we’ll do everything together. And you’ll never make the opportunity to find your gorgeous Italian. No.” Carol shook her head with determination. “You have to go by yourself.”

“But I don’t want to go alone.” Dana thought of all things she’d have to take care of. It really was too much effort to even think about it. And who wanted to tour amazing sites like the Colosseum and the Forum and the Vatican all by themselves?

“I can see your mind working. But we can plan this together, I promise. I’ll help you book everything. No pressure on you. Then all you have to do is get on the plane, check into your room, and have the best week of your life with a virile young Italian.”

“There’s no way I’m finding a sexy, virile young Italian.”

“You underestimate yourself. You’re gorgeous.”

Dana snorted. “I’m fifty.”

“If sixty is the new forty, that means you’re more like thirty.”

“Now that’s a stretch,” she scoffed.

“And while you’re there, you have to a make a wish in the Trevi Fountain. Just like in Three Coins in the Fountain.” Which was another of their favorite movies when they were kids. They’d had so many slumber parties, staying up to watch all the old movies on late night TV.

“I wouldn’t know what to wish for.”

“Why not wish to be Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, riding around on the back of a Vespa with Gregory Peck?” They had definitely loved their old movies.

“Honestly, I don’t have any wishes.”

Carol rolled her eyes. “Everyone has wishes. Seriously, what do you want the rest of your life to look like?”

They’d had this discussion several times since the divorce. “I just want my girls to get married and give me grandbabies.” The girls were both in college now.

“That’s what you wish for their lives. What about yours?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t had time to think about it yet.” Dana was still sorting out the house, getting rid of things Anthony hadn’t taken with him when he left her for a prettier, skinnier, younger woman.

“Wish for what you want most in the world. If you’re traveling all the way to Rome and the Trevi Fountain—” Carol spread her hands wide. “—it absolutely has to come true.”

Dana didn’t know what she wanted most in the world. A husband who didn’t cheat? Her life to go back to normal? Though she could say anything to Carol, she didn’t want to sound self-pitying. So she laughed and said, “You’re crazy.”

“I’m not crazy. I just know what my bestie needs. An affair with a sexy young Italian who will worship at your feet and make you feel like a desirable woman in your prime. Which is exactly you are. I tell you, you’ll come back a new woman.”

Dana didn’t want to be a new woman. She just wanted the security she’d had before the divorce.

Carol stumbled then, grabbed her head, her voice suddenly strained. “Oh my God.”

Dana’s heart almost stopped. “What’s the matter?”

“My head. Oh my God, my head. It hurts so bad. Feels like something popped right here.” Carol pointed just behind her right ear. “Oh my God.” She held her head in her hands, gasping. “This is bad, really bad.”

The pain had come on so quickly, and absolute terror gripped Dana. Was it a stroke? God help her. They were two miles inside the park. How was she supposed to get Carol back down? She didn’t have a single bar on her phone. She always lost cell reception on the hill. “Can you make it back down?”

But Carol sank to the ground, still holding her head. “Oh my God. I don’t think I can even walk.”

“Okay, okay,” she soothed, sitting beside Carol, pulling her close. Until finally Carol laid her head in Dana’s lap, tears pooling in her eyes, sliding down the side of her nose as she mewled softly like an injured kitten. Dana stroked her arm, up and down, up and down, helpless and useless.

There was no one in either direction who could help, and Dana couldn’t just sit there. But if she could get to the flats at the top of this last hill, her phone would work again. It wasn’t that far, just around the next corner. “Okay, I’ll run up the hill where I can call an ambulance. Then I’ll run right back to you, I promise. Okay?”

“Please don’t leave me,” Carol whispered.

“I have to. I don’t know what’s wrong, but we need help.” They needed it right now. If she didn’t move, Carol could die. Or be paralyzed. Or any of the other horrible things that happened if this was a stroke.

As if the heavens opened up and rained a miracle on them, a biker flew around the corner at the top of the hill above them, breaking hard when he saw them slumped in the middle of the road. “Are you all right?”

“My friend needs an ambulance. Right away. Do you have your cell phone with you?” Her voice was pathetic and pleading and she didn’t care. When he nodded, she begged, “Can you get somewhere with reception and call an ambulance?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll blow downhill, faster than going back up.”

They saw the guy every day on their walk. He was older, in amazing shape, and the quickest choice. He took off, flying away down the hill.

“Everything will be okay. It’ll be okay,” she kept repeating to Carol. And herself. “It’s just a headache.” Dana was terrified it was something far worse. A brain tumor? She tried to tamp down the panic, continuing the soothing caress along Carol’s arm.

A middle-aged park ranger arrived first, tall, lanky, glasses a little dirty, his hair a frizzy mass beneath his hat. Dana wanted to throw herself at him, hug him, thank him, beg him to do something.

“I don’t know what’s wrong.” Looking up at him, Carol’s head still pillowed in her lap, Dana’s heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear her own words. “She just suddenly got this terrible headache.”

“And you are?” he asked.

“Dana Shaw. She’s my best friend.”

Dana was an only child, and Carol had been her best friend since they were eight years old. They’d double-dated through high school, shared every heartache, gone to the same university, shared a dorm room, fallen truly, madly, deeply in love at the same time. They’d worn the same wedding dress because money was tight and they were the same size back then, except for their height. Carol had coached her through the births of her two daughters. She’d held Dana’s hand when her mom was dying of cancer ten years ago, and when her dad orphaned her by heart attack only months later. Carol understood her, loved her, always supported her no matter what.

She was going to throw up or pass out.

Dear God, please let everything be okay.

The ranger hunkered down beside Carol, his voice low and deep and oddly comforting. “Can you tell me your name, ma’am?”

“Carol Hunt,” she murmured without opening her eyes.

He took out a small spiral pad. “Can you tell me your age?”

“Fifty.” Her words were barely audible.

“I can answer all those questions for her,” Dana said.

The ranger waved her off. “I know. But we need to see how much she can answer on her own.”

Oh God, it was a stroke. He asked Carol what day of the week it was, what year, where she was. She knew all the answers.

Dana rubbed Carol’s back, even as her panic reached new heights and she was afraid she’d scream. “Can’t we just drive her down, get her to a hospital?”

“The ambulance will be here in a minute,” the ranger assured her.

Meanwhile, more tears leaked from Carol’s eyes. She never cried. Not at weddings or baby christenings, not even at funerals.

Finally Dana heard the shriek of sirens.

She’d never felt such terror and relief in her life.

More in the Once Again series…

  • Holiday in Paradise (Once Again, Box Set 1- 3)
  • Love On Vacation (Once Again, Box Set 4 – 6)
  • Dreaming of Provence (Once Again Book 1)
  • Wishing in Rome (Once Again Book 2)
  • Dancing in Ireland (Once Again Book 3)
  • Under the Northern Lights (Once Again Book 4)
  • Stargazing on the Orient Express (Once Again Book 5)
  • Memories of Santorini (Once Again Book 6)
  • Siesta in Spain (Once Again Book 7)
  • Top Down to California (Once Again Book 8)
  • Cruising the Danube (Once Again Book 9)
  • Margaritas In Mexico (Once Again Book 10)